two friends of mine

one who has loved so much that he never wants to love again, who is living holed up in his head so he doesn't have to occupy his heart. escaping the breathless and claustrophobic. and who is writing songs bloated with tired thoughts. i'm watching him pray for emotional fortitude in silence and hearing him make silly, loud jokes so he doesn't have to think about those heavy things in there. he is full of warnings.

another who loves so much that he is haunted with hope. someone who trips more quickly and heavily than the others, and yet with more integrity. who surprises with wisdom and a servant heart on a daily basis, surfs above the crowd with funny voices and one-liners; is a gift. doesn't know it yet but knows more than he should. he sends midnight messages that are simple and longing and kind and that make me want to explode things in the sky for him but i can't.

the first thing i think to do is to send them songs that suit them.